alleles.
chromosomes.
nature feels.
i
want
in.
underneath my skin...
deep within the tissues where i
would hide between its layers when i didn't want anyone to see me shedding.
"suck it up," i'd tell
myself as i held my breath, balled up the issue, & tucked in the grief.
no real proof that people could
see
since everyone thinks the
weight "looks good" on me.
but i'm only plump in these
places because there's no more room left on my shoulders.
so many pounds of tissue clinging
to my fragile frame.
threatening to burst at seams i
never used to have,
stretching my skin,
spreading me thin.
but i
want
in.
i need in.
so i no longer consume my
feelings.
i lighten up & burn them into
the atmosphere instead,
addicted to the fervor in which
they burn back.
in love with the pain of working
out my kinks
and feeling myself.
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